Don'T Mess With Dad

My son raced to the bathroom And I could not get in He’s far too quick and wily For me to conquer him But fathers have their methods too So I went right downstairs And turned off the hot water Then stood outside his lair And I let nature take its course For I was bothered not He reaped in full what he had sown His shower cold, not hot Cold showers tend to be quite quick In any land or nation Eternity an eyelid's blink Compared to their duration If I was so cold hearted As to here be telling truth I could not be called father by any normal youth